They had just put the things into the car when Wen Shize's ears moved. He looked up at the courtyard and found that many people had run out from the exit on the other side.
During the pushing and shoving, the backpack in someone's arms fell to the ground.
They hurriedly picked them up and ran out again, using all their strength. Many women held their children in one hand and eggs in the other.
I was accidentally bumped into by someone and fell to the ground with the egg.
The round eggs suddenly shattered all over the floor.
The woman's tears immediately fell and she reached out to wipe them away.
But more and more people came over from behind, and the child started crying loudly.
She could only wipe away her tears and run forward quickly with the child in her arms.
This scene makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Ningxia opened her mouth and looked at Wen Shize with a pale face.
"Does anyone care about this in the countryside? This is the only way for ordinary people to exchange tickets and save money."
Wen Shize rubbed her head and said, “A new official has three major changes upon taking office, and some people want to use this opportunity to curry favor.
This is normal, let’s go.”
Ningxia sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery outside the window receding.
I don't know why, but I felt a little sad.
Suddenly, the car braked suddenly and Ningxia's forehead almost hit the front glass.
Wen Shize waved his hand and protected the person.
"Are you okay?"
Ningxia was still in shock and gasped: "It's okay, what happened up ahead?"
Wen Shize got out of the car to take a look, and discovered that it was the child who sold them the backpack, lying in front of the car with tears on his face.
Several backpacks were trampled to pieces, and a few were scattered around.
Wen Shize squatted down, not daring to pull the person immediately, and asked softly: "Are you okay? Are you not hurt?"
There was a jungle next to it, and the child rushed straight down the hillside.
Wen Shize didn't notice it until now, it was indeed his fault.
Ningxia also got out of the car. Seeing that the little boy's ankle was swollen, she quickly called Wen Shize to carry him into the car.
"His leg is injured. Should we take him to the hospital first?"
Just as Wen Shize carried the man into the car, the little boy timidly pointed at the backpacks beside him and said, "Can you help me pick up those backpacks too?"
After all, it was because they didn't see the road clearly that this incident happened.
Ningxia quickly stacked all the backpacks together and slowly placed them on the back seat.
Wen Shize just turned the steering wheel and prepared to go to the hospital, but the little boy quickly stopped him: "I'm not going to the hospital, can you take me to the village?"
Ningxia was a little anxious: "Your foot is badly swollen. I just touched it and it seems to have injured the bone. You must go to the hospital for treatment."
The little boy shook his head again and again: "I won't go to the hospital, we have a barefoot doctor in our village.
He can cure this, please take me home, I beg you."
After hearing what he said, Wen Shize and Ningxia did not insist.
Just following the direction the boy pointed, the further Wen Shize walked, the more familiar he felt.
When Wen Shize saw a village at the foot of the mountain not far away, his eyes darkened.
He also came here about ten years ago.
During that mission, an old soldier in their team died while covering everyone's evacuation.
When the ashes were sent back, the whole family cried their hearts out.
At that time, Wen Shize followed several leaders with red eyes.
Looking at the three underage children in the veteran's family, everyone couldn't help but wipe away tears.
The closer he got to the village, the more depressed Wen Shize felt.
Because of that battle, he received psychological counseling in the army for a long time.
Even though he has become very powerful now, his heart still trembles involuntarily when he thinks back to the past.
When the little boy directed him to stop in front of a familiar house, Wen Shize's eyes turned red.
Ningxia, who was standing by, noticed something was wrong with him and quickly reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
The little boy had never ridden in a car before and didn't know how to open the door. He called out softly, "Brother and sister, I'm home now. Can you open the door?"
Wen Shize rubbed his face hard with his hands, trying hard to force a smile on his stiff face.
He turned his head to look at the little boy: "Your Aijun, right?"
His voice was hoarse, and the little boy looked at him in surprise: "How did you know?"
Confirming his guess, Wen Shize subconsciously clenched his fingers as he looked at the dilapidated house in front of him.
Just when he was about to say something, a little girl walked out of the house.
Looking timidly at the car in front of him.
Wen Shize quickly opened the door and carried Dong Aijun down.
The little girl was so frightened when she saw her brother's miserable appearance that her face turned pale.
With a trembling mouth, he shouted: "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
The little boy, who had been grimacing in pain just now, quickly restrained his expression when he heard his sister calling him.
He smiled and said, "I'm fine, I just sprained my ankle when I was running down the mountain.
Didn't my brother bring back some medicine for injuries last time? Come over here and apply it on me."
When the little girl heard what her brother said, she quickly ran into the inner room.
Ningxia also noticed something was wrong at this time and quickly got out of the car.
Judging from Wen Shize's attitude, he knows the little boy, or in other words, does he know the little boy's family?
Considering his appearance just now, Ningxia deduced that the most likely possibility was that this was the orphan of his comrade-in-arms.
After getting off the car and seeing the leaky roof and dilapidated doors and windows, Ningxia wondered if he had been wrong.
Orphans of martyrs like this one receive subsidies every month.
In this era, every family has several children, and there will definitely be other people to help.
How could life become like this?
The little girl directly brought over a basket and put a lot of medicine in it.
Especially those with injuries from falls, which accounted for almost half of the basket.
Ningxia took the things and said softly, "Give it to me, I'll go help your brother."
The little girl was a little reluctant at first, but the sister in front of her was so gentle.
She unconsciously stretched out her hand and handed the thing over.
Not long after, the sound of a little boy howling was heard from the room.
The little girl was so anxious that she was spinning around in circles. Wen Shize patted the small stool beside him and said gently, "It's okay. She is a nurse in the hospital and knows what to do.
Come, sit here."
The little girl was a little timid. She looked outside and then at the small bench in front of Wen Shize.
I found a safer spot and sat down.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Dong Aihua..."
As soon as the little girl finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.
It’s over, it’s over. Her eldest brother once said not to tell strangers her name casually.
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